The last weekend of each trimester is "closed," meaning that all boarders are here Saturday night. This calls for more trips, activities and entertainments than usual. Go rock-climbing at Vertical Dreams, take in a concert at Dartmouth, check out Floor Lords in the auditorium, beat bongoes at Carriage House's "poetry slam," join a pick-up hockey game at the rink, or shop at a mall. The Dance Ensemble performed both Friday evening at Saturday afternoon.
Kids from other schools joined ours at a dance in the chapel featuring a professional DJ up from Boston.
I get the impression teenagers don't have names for different styles of dancing as we did in the '60s--(a decade that turns out to be not-so-radical with hindsight.) The Frug is dead, and I don't see the Twist, Mash potato, Monkey, Hitch-hike, Locomotion, Madison, Hully-gully or Watusi. In the ageless quest to shock adults, kids today do something like a dance we called the Philly Dog.
On the road up between Summerfield and Davis House, a gang is hanging out under the glare of a streetlight as burgers sizzle on the grill.
